Do not look for me in the summer heat Do not look for me in the autumn leaves Because I've long since passed this way before And I'm long since down the trail Do not look for me in your smoke-stacks, your salt-flats Do not look for me in your dust-bowl cities Because I've long since passed this way before And I'm long since down the trail I'm far out past the borderline Amongst the animals and the rain In the company of the dogs And the shadow of the range I've carved my name in to the boundary stones Out where the wind blows cold There's nothing left now Of my flesh and bone Nothing but blue and gold